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\u201cTo some, roads are waiting, perhaps an ache in the foot, an illness. Being stuck inside. The road is a boundless concept, it knows no end. Sometimes it is going all the way, other times it is cutting everything short. Perhaps it is exactly that feeling of in-betweenness. Looking for a road to take\u2026 Not knowing where the road will take you. An endless adventure. Going, staying, seeing off, and every little mark these leave on a person. Finding a road, yet fearing to take it. The clear, \u201cSharp, determined marks we leave on rails, roads, fields as we find ourselves trapped in the nightmarish outdoors. Everything is a part of this journey, what we see and what we don\u2019t. Are the reflections on the glass real, or are they a dream? Everything hits hard and heavy like a train\u2026 Being on the road.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n


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